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Authors: Willow Wilde
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Elgar slapped my ass repeatedly as he fucked me into submission, and after several minutes he followed Erick’s lead and made me lick his thick, slick dick clean. It was Warren’s turn to grasp my hips and push himself as deep inside as he could go, and he too tenderized my hips by spanking my ass into submission. Erick joined Ulgar in controlling my mouth, and I was soon sucking them both down at the same time again, holding both cocks in my mouth with my tongue sliding between them.
When Warren had taken his fill, Erick returned to mount my hips. However, instead of continuing our current configuration, he instead lifted me up and spun me around. Instinctively, my wrists slid around his neck and my ankles around his hips as he held my weight with one hand, grabbing his own slick erection with his free grasp. Carefully, he lowered me onto his punishing cock again, and I rolled my hips against him as we began to fuck like teenage lovers once more.
As he held me with both hands, I felt the incredible angle of his penetration, so much that I barely noticed Warren’s slick finger gunning for my hidden star. I felt his digit push into my asshole up to the first knuckle, toying around inside me as Erick ensured that he had my full, undivided attention with every last, jaw-droopingly powerful thrust.
Soon, I felt a second finger inside, and realized that he was now holding me open. Erick stopped thrusting into me, holding me in place while Warren held my asshole agape and pushed the head of his thick cock inside — still slick with my saliva. Gently, he inched himself in, and I did my best to relax my muscles as my ass slowly welcomed him in.
With half of his girth penetrating up between my cheeks, we soon rocked back into our rhythm. Pinned between Warren and Erick, with both sets of hands supporting my full hips, my body continued to pounce between them with my ankles and wrists around the alpha. Warren’s hands soon snaked up to grasp my thick, curvaceous tits again, and his fingers went straight for stimulating my puckering nipples. The sensation drove me to begin moaning, my voice rising to match their firm, shifter groans as they fucked my holes into submission.
Poor Ulgar wasn’t getting any action, so I licked my hand, reached it down, and grasped him firmly near the base. I delighted myself in his guttural groans as I stroked his thick shifter shaft, and his voice added to the collective satisfaction of the pack.
I was finally pleasing them all at the same time, properly. But a few minutes into this, they decided our positioning needed some adjustment, and I found myself settling down onto Erick’s cock as he lay on the floor, his hands behind his head. Meanwhile, Warren positioned himself behind me, pushing his cock up into my ass like before. Ulgar, now within reach, stood proud with a hand on the back of my head as he pushed his full length to the back of my throat, pummeling my mouth with his unforgiving shaft.
Erick pumped my hips with his thrusts, and I did my absolute best to keep up with the rhythm. It was hard to withstand all three of them, punishing my body between them as they pleasured themselves with it — but I was having the time of my life. The shifters commanding my hips were timing their speedy thrusts so that one always withdrew as the other pushed in, and even the cock assaulting my throat kept my mouth slick with salty juices that tasted phenomenal.
Warren was starting to get to a stopping point, and I felt his thrusting into my ass growing more erratic with the passing minutes. I took his hands and clamped them back around my breasts as he fucked my asshole. Squeezing my breasts and playing with my nipples, I moaned and pushed back against him — feeling the full length of his cock entering my ass — and did everything I could to push him over the edge. It seemed to work, and within the minute he was squeezing his burly arms around me, his cock twitching a storm as it emptied its balls into my welcoming bowels.
After he extracted himself, that left me with Erick down below and Ulgar dominating my mouth. Both sets of lips—my mouth and my pussy—glided madly up and down both fleshy, staggeringly hard cocks. Erick’s dick pushing up into me from the floor slid against my ridges wonderfully, and Ulgar’s filled my throat cavity with bliss. I took advantage of my positioning to rotate my thick, rotund hips around on Erick’s, working to get him going. They allowed me to straighten my back out, and I took advantage of the slight adjustment to keep my eyes on Ulgar’s as his cock continuously disappeared into my mouth.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Warren was stroking himself in the background. I made sure to make brief eye contract and give a sexy little smirk, just for him, while sucking off his brother. He seemed appreciative of this, given how quickly he ramped up the speed of his fist around his cock.
As for the cock between my lips, I could tell that Ulgar was incredibly close to the edge. As I dedicated my full attention to getting him off in my warm, wet mouth, his movements became more frantic, and his breathing was faster, his hands clamped harder around my head.
Just a little longer…just a little more…
Ulgar held my lips clamped to the base of his shaft, his hands firmly holding my head in place, and he gasped loudly as his shifter shaft twitched against my tongue. I felt several ropes of salty, fulfilling cum pump into my mouth and down my throat. I hummed and slid my tongue around his cock to welcome it all, eager to be his eager mate — just like I had been with his brothers. His load coated the insides of his throat, and I almost gagged, but he wasn’t having any of that. I held it together and swallowed it all down as he held me in place. Finally, he let go of my head, and I slowly relinquished his cock, my tongue sliding all around it and lapping off the tip.
This left Erick, who was now filled with a musky lust knowing that I was all his. Now that my ass was free and it was just him controlling my hips, he was able to reassert his complete dominance over my body. Eager to ride his own climactic wave, his strong hands clamped down hard on my heavy hips, and he pumped my fulfilled cunt up and down his cock as fast as he could. In appreciation, I rocked my torso from left to right, wiggling my breasts for him. He gave my ass a few firm slaps with both hands in recognition, and I moved his hands back to my breasts so he could play with my nipples to his heart’s content.
But I felt the rising tide of an incredible orgasm coming, and soon I was gasping and pleading in a string of filthy expletives. With my head held high and my large breasts bouncing, I clenched onto his chest as cursed at the top of my lungs with my hips smacking against his – and the most incredible, mind-crushing string of orgasms in my life. I belted out six or seven in a row against him as he pummeled my pussy, and finally I was a quivering, curvy mess against his hips as my pussy clenched to his thick cock.
It wasn’t just me at the apex of a natural, chemical high. With my muscles contracting around his shaft, Erick’s pumping went frantic. He dug down deep into me as hard as he could, and with a tremendous gasp from his heavy chest, rope after rope of hot cum poured up into my pussy. He lay his head down on the floor and watched my tits some more, regaining his composure and desperately trying to stop his heavy, mighty breathing.
His juices intermingled with his brothers’ and mine, as Warren’s earlier gift slid down from my ass to my pussy lips, and both streams of passion met and mingled. I was gasping from the bottom of my lungs as Warren suddenly grabbed me by the hair, holding me in place as he stroked out another orgasm — splashing across my face, sliding off of my chin, and rolling down my big, beautiful tits.
“There. First claimed, and now marked,” Erick smiled up from the floor. I disentangled myself and dropped to the ground, wiping the shifter come from my face and licking some of it from my fingers. The hot, salty taste only served to fill me with
more
arousal and
more
primal need.
“That was…the best…the most incredible…” I sputtered, eager to show my appreciation but devoid of the energy to do so.
“Reserve your rest,” Erick smiled, sitting up beside me. The other shifters were loitering about, watching us with what I realized was more hunger. “After all…you’ll need it.”
“And why’s that?” I murmured, my brain still swimming with satisfaction.
“Why, because that was just round one…after all, the building’s not going to close for another couple of hours!”
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Doctor’s Orders…
I
always valued order in my life. As a child, I studied scrupulously, eager to build the best grades that I could so I could follow my dream and become a doctor. I passed into the programs for exceptional children with flying colors. Then there were the honors classes, all throughout high school. Keeping to a few reliable friends, I maintained dignity, consistency and, above all else, order.
Everything I owned had its place. Every day had its goals.
The only exception is during pre-med at college. As stressful as those years were, when the proper opportunity struck and I felt like going out, I would hit the bars. In all but a very few cases, I’d go back home with a stranger, sometimes two, just for the controlled spontaneity of it. I always let ‘em think that they had barely won me over, as if I hadn’t decided within thirty seconds of chatting with them that I was going to fuck their brains out before I went to sleep. But they never quite satisfied me. Even longer arrangements and relationships with well-meaning, ultimately boring men never quite did the trick either.
The only way I could satisfy my needs was by myself, with my ankles spread and a vibrator gripped firmly in my hand. After countless tries otherwise and plenty of nights spent getting a guy to climax, then taking care of my own needs quietly in the dark while he slept, I eventually gave up on the whole scene. Coincidentally, this was right around the time that I began medical school proper, and I became a
hell
of a lot busier.
I let my life filter back into its tightly controlled, orderly fashion. It kept things simple, manageable. I didn’t screw around with anyone in my ward, although it was clear that most of them were grouping off. Neither did I really see anyone else at all, outside of a couple of reliable flings that I broke off after a few weeks.
Little did I know that this part of my life — this wild abandon, the thrill of being caught between strangers in the dead of the night — was going to come back in a seriously
WILD
way.
* * * *
Reading by lamplight on the couch, I heard a loud banging from the front. My eyes fell upon the clock: it was after midnight,
far
too late for standard clients. The banging repeated, and I glanced over my shoulder towards the heavy oak door.
For a moment, I thought that that might have been the end of it — but alas, I wasn’t more than another page into my book before I heard a crashing in the backyard. Alarmed, I placed the book on the end table, leapt up to my feet, and peered through the patio curtain – eager to see what all the fuss was.